before we go any further you tribe of so called poets, can we be weird friends without it getting weird

i write
what is me
me is me
you is you
if you read me
even a little
hate to say
a little of me
is in you now
don't waste it
like i did

im somewhere between
elvis and hee haw
buggs and ******-doo
stooges and a-team
price is right and johnny carson
dallas and ****** she wrote
fred sanford and archie bunker
channel 6 and 8 and 12

my mind is a really weird chili cooked by the people of my life

i went on a life long journey
to get any kind of compliment
and found the quest endless
there must be no parts of me
that rise above the mark
maybe i will die well

i choose the side of love, the side of forgiveness, the side of light, the side of truth, the side of hugs, the side of kindness, the side of acceptance, the space between your side and mine

im building a love bomb, the mother of all love bombs, MOALBs, and it has a short fuze